All language subtitles for If I Were an Animal-S1_E2-If I Were a Swan _ If I Were a Genet _ If I Were a Polar Bear _ If I Were a Warthog_en

If I were an animal,
I'd like to be a swan.

And you'd live on a large river.

Tim, are they dancing?

I think that's how they say
they love each other.

Ah, if they're building a nest,
that means...

They're gonna have babies?

Uh-oh. Daddy Swan looks mad.

He must be trying
to protect something.

Mommy Swan's eggs!

Tim, why is she turning them over?

To keep them warm.

Aww, look.

- They're so cute.

She can be called Fluff,
the other one can be called Floof,

and this gray one can be called Fliff.

Hey, Fluff.
Don't peck on Fliff's foot.

There's room for everyone in the nest.

Where are the babies?

Oh, there they are.

The water must be so cold.

Fluff's super smart, though.

If I were a baby swan,

I'd wanna stay
somewhere cozy and warm, too.

Hey, what's she doing?

Look, Tim.
Fliff's going off by himself.

- Careful, Fliff.

Uh-oh. What does
that big birdie want?

I think it's called a cormorant.

Off you go, Fliff,
Fluff, and Floof...

Daddy Swan looks angry
at the big bird.

Come on, Fliff.
You can do it. Go, go, go!

All right, Daddy Swan.
That's enough showing off for now.

- Aww.

"Flying lesson, how to take off."

"I said take off, not be silly."

I like the way
he pushes up on his feet.

Uh-oh.

- Better luck next time, Fliff.

He's trying his best.

Don't give up, Fliff.
You're almost there.

That's it. Watch the others.

Wow! Fluff and Floof are taking off.

But what about Fliff?

Don't worry. He'll be next.

Look, Emma. His dad is helping him.

Come on, Fliff. You can do it.

- Aw, yeah!
- Go, Fliff!

Wow!

Mom and Dad are very proud of you.

Well done, Fliff. You're all grown up.

Bye-bye, Fliff!

If were an animal,
I'd wanna be this wildcat.

Actually, Emma, that's a genet.

Hmm. I'm gonna call this one Gigi.

She's so cute.

Mm.

Something smells good over there.

Is she gonna find it?

Most wild genets are shy
when it comes to people.

But I guess Gigi's not that wild.

Look. She's so curious and quick.

If I were a genet,
I'd be just as sneaky as she is.

I have a feeling
someone's not gonna like this.

This one's name
is Tommy the Tomcat.

Careful, Gigi.

- Uh-oh. Busted.

Freeze. Don't move.

He doesn't look happy.

- Phew.

You did it, Gigi.

Looks like the yummy smell
wasn't coming from there.

Ooh, good idea.
You might find some food in here.

Eating Tommy's dinner
is easier than finding her own.

Or not.

Oh, no. I think Gigi's
gonna get caught this time.

Great. Just what we needed.

That cranky cat smells an intruder.

You won't catch her, Tommy.
She can run faster than you.

Gigi's on a mission.

Whoa. Didn't expect a mouse
to outsmart a cat and a genet.

Sorry, Tommy. You're too late.

I think he spotted Gigi.

"Told you. You can't catch me."

You're getting warmer.

Ooh, good hiding spot.

Hey, Tim, what's gonna happen?

Don't worry.
It's just a staring contest.

Not so quick on your feet,
are you, Tommy?

Sneaky Gigi. That's not yours.

Where is she going?

Home. It's almost sundown.

Good night, Gigi.

If I were an animal,
I'd wanna be a polar bear.

That means you'd live
in the North Pole.

You see that, Tim?

One brother and one sister.
Just like us.

I'm gonna call the girl Nikki
and the boy Nanouk.

Now that winter's over
and the cubs are bigger,

it's time for them to leave their den.

Why is the mom digging?

She's making herself a comfy spot
so she can nurse her babies.

Aww.

Look, Nanouk's using his mom
as a slide.

These cubs love to play.

Their mom is so sweet.

Ooh. Nanouk's smart.

He's figured out how to hold on
to a tree for support.

Nanouk's the best at sliding.

Polar bear cubs are so playful.

Look, Tim.
I think Mom wants to play, too.

Oops.

"Come on, kids. Let's go."

Nikki's taking the lead today.

It's not easy to walk in the snow.

Brrr.

If I were a polar bear,
I'd be cold all the time.

No.

You'd be warm and cozy
in your thick coat of fur.

Look. Mama Bear's protecting them
from the blizzard.

Nanouk and Nikki
have grown so much.

They're still babies, though.

And they have a lot more to learn
from their mom.

I think Little Miss Nikki
has had enough walking.

Aren't they too old
for Mama's milk, Tim?

Not yet, but they're slowly learning
to eat other types of food.

And now it's time for their first swim.

They don't even have
to learn how to swim first?

That's amazing.

"Come along, kids.
It's time for bed."

Is that Nikki? She's so pretty.

That's her, all right.

She's off on her own like a grown-up now.

Well, sort of.

Who's her little friend?

That's an Arctic fox.

When you're
a small creature like him,

you'd be happy to have
a big friend like Nikki.

There isn't a lot to hunt for
on top of the ice.

But underneath...

There's lots of food.

Hello, Mr. Elk.

Ah...

Nikki's making a nice, cozy seaweed bed.

Like her mom taught her
in the snow.

Goodnight, Nikki.

If I were an animal,
I'd wanna be a warthog.

Look, Tim.
Are they playing in the sandbox?

No.

It's a mom warthog cleaning out her den.

They kinda look like pigs
but with big horns and flat noses.

Exactly. These are
the African cousins of pigs.

Time for breakfast.

Yeah. And did you know
that warthogs are herbivores?

Why is she walking like that?

Are her hooves tired?

No.

It's just easier for her
to get to the grass that way.

Aww. Look at this little guy.

I'll call him... Wilbert.

I think he needs glasses.

Especially if he wants to see
where his mom's going.

Luckily, his nose will lead him.

Warthogs recognize each other
by their scent.

I guess his mama
must be pretty stinky.

- Huh?

Oops. She didn't smell him.

He sure was thirsty.

Wilbert really gets along
with his brothers.

It's playtime for the warthogs.

Actually, they're practicing
how fast they can run.

For warthogs,
that's their best defense against danger.

Wow. He's so quick and nimble.

That's right.

He's gotta be able
to change directions really fast

to outrun a predator.

Hm, Tim.

They look like they have springs
under their hooves.

But why do they run
with their tails up in the air?

They use their tails
as a flag for danger.

Looks like it's time
to put your training to the test, kids.

The student becomes the master.

No one can stop them.
Not even a cheetah.

Even the jackal finds it funny.

It's time for a bath, everyone.

But it's a mud bath.

That's the worst way to get clean.

That's just what they need.

Mud to get rid of all the pesky bugs.

That makes sense.

If I were a warthog,
I'd love to roll in the mud.

Me, too.

It's also refreshing on hot savanna days.

You know,
being a warthog isn't so bad.

Sure looks good to me.

Are they having
a head-butting contest?

Actually, when they rub
that spot on their forehead,

it releases a special scent
that tells them who the other one is.

That's so weird.

Looks like Mom is herding everyone.

- To where?
- Back home to bed, of course.

Wait.

Why are they going
in their house backwards?

So they can defend themselves
if a predator sneaks up.

Smart.

Sweet dreams, warthogs.